Page 18 of Surviving Lies

“You are a fucking masterpiece.”

His words took my breath away.

His hand started at my temple, the backs of his fingers trailing down the side of my face, my neck. His featherlight touches sparked little fires deep inside. My eyes closed, and I was swept away by the attention he was giving me. I hadn’t noticed he was changing position until I felt him straddle me, his hard length pushing through his boxers against my pubic bone. This allowed him to use both hands to gather my breasts, his mouth lowering at the same time. His tongue darted out to wet the tip, my nipple growing as if reaching to him, desperate for more attention.

“Oh my God, Ty, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your hands on me.” My growled words became muffled when his one hand held my jaw, a finger slipping into my mouth.

“Get my finger wet, baby girl. Nice and wet.” I loved when he talked like this to me. No one would think he was like this behind closed doors. Sweet and innocent Tyler Brennan had the dirtiest mouth I’d ever heard.

He took that wet finger and rubbed it along my nipple, then blew cool air over it, causing it to harden like a rock. My hand flew up to my breast, needing to grab and squeeze it. But he pushed my hand away.

“No, baby girl, not yet.” One of his hands held both of mine above my head while his other started a slow torture between my legs. My body was on autopilot, my back arching, a silent plea for more as I spread my legs wider, hoping he would take the hint.

“Someone is really wet. You are dripping, Becca, fucking dripping all over my hand right now.” As he said that, two fingers delved inside, deep, as his mouth attached to my nipple, his teeth grazing before sucking hard. He released my hands, thank God, and I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together. My hands rested on his head, pushing him to suck on me harder yet. His other hand was relentless while inside me.

“Fuck, Ty, you’re going to get me. I’m gonna come.”

“That’s a good girl, Becca. Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand.” He reached up with his thumb while his fingers were still deep inside of me and rubbed my clit. My body tensed and stilled as the orgasm neared. He didn’t stop, though, his hand moving constantly, pushing me closer to the edge. My entire body felt as though it lifted from the bed, the waves hitting hard and fast as I went soaring over that cliff.

I became frantic, reaching for his boxers, trying to push them down.

“Ty, I need you inside me, now.” I wanted to feel the smooth, taut skin of his hard length. To stroke it and lick it before he pushed inside of me and made me lose all sense of reality. I was past caring about all of our problems; the need raging through me took over.

But he stilled my hands. He pushed my hands away from him, stopping me.

“What are you doing, Ty? C’mon, we can’t stop now.” I sounded desperate. And I was. My hands still tried to pull his underwear down as he was pushing to a sitting position.

“Becca, it’s OK. We should stop.”

“No, Ty, what are you talking about? Ty, it’s been months since we’ve been together, months since I’ve felt you inside me. Don’t make me beg.” But I already was.

“Bec ...” The hesitation in his voice told me I wouldn’t like how he finished that sentence. “Babe, I don’t have a condom.”

I froze.

This had always been one of our biggest problems. Regardless of how long we were together and that I was on the pill and protected, he always wanted to wear a condom. I talked to him about it, asked him if it meant he was seeing other people. He insisted that wasn’t the case. But every time he reached for that square foil packet when we were still together, I couldn’t deny a small part of me always broke inside as I continued to think that maybe there was a part of him I didn’t know.

This time, however, I had no right to be angry.

We weren’t together and hadn’t been for a few months.

Did I really know what he’d been doing?

I broke up with him. I brought this on myself. My breaths stayed even and calm, and I thought I was doing an OK job keeping myself under control. I looked up, finding his eyes focused on me, studying me. My nod was slight, but I knew he saw it.

That was when I heard the soft knock on the door.

“Hey guys, just an FYI, the walls in this place are paper thin. We can heareverything.” Lanie’s voice was quiet but held a level of concern. Sadness came through in her words as she waited by the door. The emphasis on that last word made me cringe, though. Not only had she heard us arguing around, but she heard us fooling around.

Ty cleared his throat as he moved into my closet to take cover, since he was still in his underwear.

“Sorry, Lanes. Ty was just leaving anyway,” I said.

The disbelief on his face quickly transformed.

“Bec, I can’t drive. I drank too much. How am I gonna get home? It’s over a mile away and it’s ...” He looked at his watch. “It’s three in the morning. Shit, Lanie, I’m sorry we woke you.”

Lanie saw the look on my face and knew I needed my distance from him. “Hey, Ty, I can drive you home. That’s not a problem,” she told him.

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